Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.