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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.