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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.