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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.