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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.