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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.