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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.