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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.