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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.