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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.