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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.