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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.