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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.