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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.