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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.