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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Can,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.