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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.