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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.