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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.