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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Skaos,
EPMD,
cv313,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.