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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.