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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.