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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.