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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.