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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.