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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.