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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.