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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.