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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Visage,
Symarip,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.