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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.