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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.