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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.