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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.