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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Blossom Toes 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?
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.