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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.