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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.