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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
UT,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.