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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.