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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.