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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.