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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Move,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Nico,
Fear,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.