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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.