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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Scion,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.