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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Index,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.