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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.