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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.