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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.