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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.