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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton 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.