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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.