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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.