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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.