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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.