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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.