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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.