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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.