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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.