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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.