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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 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 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.