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 Philippines 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.