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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.