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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.