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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.