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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
AZ,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.