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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.