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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Technova,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
UT,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.