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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.