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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Can,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
UT,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.