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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.