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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
DNA,
a-ha,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.