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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.