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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.