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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.