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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.