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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.