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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.