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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 Lou Reed 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 Q65 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
AZ,
Technova,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.