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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.