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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.