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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.