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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.