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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.