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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.