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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.