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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.