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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.