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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.