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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.