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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.