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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.