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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.