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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.