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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.