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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.