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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.