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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
PIL,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.