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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.