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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.