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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.