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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.