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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Brick,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.