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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
New Order,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.