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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.