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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.