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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.