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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.