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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.