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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
DNA,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.