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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.