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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.