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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
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.