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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.