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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.