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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Index,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.