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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.