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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.