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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.