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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.