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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
DNA,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.