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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s 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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.