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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
This Heat,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Gong,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.