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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.