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 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.