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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Wire,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.