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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.