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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.