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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.