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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Remains,
Franke,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.