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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.