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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.