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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.