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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.