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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.