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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.