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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.