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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Monks to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.