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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.