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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.