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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.