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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.