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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.