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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.