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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.