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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.