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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.