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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.