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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.