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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
10cc,
The Sound,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.