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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.