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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.