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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.