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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.