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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
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You don't know what you really want.