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 Togo 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.