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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.