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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.