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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.