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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Neil Young,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.