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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Move,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.