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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.