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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.