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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.