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 Tanzania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Brick,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.