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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
EPMD,
Slave,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
PIL,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.