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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.