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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.