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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Magma,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.