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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.