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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Aswad,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.