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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Crime,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.