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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.