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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.