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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.