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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.