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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.