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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
10cc,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
The Move,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.