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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.