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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Moebius,
Jandek,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.