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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s 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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.