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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.