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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Nico,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.