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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.