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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
World's Most,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.