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 Togo 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.