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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Wire,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.