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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.