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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.