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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Slave,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.