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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.