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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.