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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.