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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.