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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.