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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.