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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s 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 The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.