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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Fear,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.