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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.