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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.