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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.