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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Franke,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.