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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.