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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
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.