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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.