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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.