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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.