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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.