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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.