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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.