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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.