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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.