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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.