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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.