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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.