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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
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Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.