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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.