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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.