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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.