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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Audionom,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.