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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.