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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.