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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.