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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
the Association,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.