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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.