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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.