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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.