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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.