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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.