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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.