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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Television,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.