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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.