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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.