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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Sparks,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.