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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.