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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.