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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.