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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.