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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.