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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.