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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.