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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.