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 France and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.