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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.