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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.