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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.