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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.