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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.