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 France and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Pole,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.