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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.