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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.