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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.