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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.