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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Nas,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.