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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.