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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.