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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.