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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.