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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.