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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.