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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.