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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.