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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.