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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.