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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Crime,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.