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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.