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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Scan 7 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.