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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.