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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.