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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
cv313,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.