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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.