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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Urselle to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.