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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.