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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.