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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.