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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.