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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.