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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.