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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.