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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.