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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
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Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.