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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.