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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.