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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.