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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.