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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.