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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.