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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
MDC,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Faraquet,
The Move,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.