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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.