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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
MDC,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.