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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
CMW,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Franke,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.