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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.