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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.