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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.