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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.