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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.