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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.