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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.