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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.