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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.