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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.