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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.