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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.