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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.