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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
The Index,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.