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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.