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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.