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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.