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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.