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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.