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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.