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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.