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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.