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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.