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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.