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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
MDC,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.