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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.