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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.