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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.