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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.