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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.