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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.