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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
World's Most,
the Association,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.