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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.