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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.