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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.