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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.