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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.