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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.