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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.