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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.