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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.