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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Names,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.