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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Deepchord 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.