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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.