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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.