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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.