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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Ludus,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.