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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
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Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.