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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.