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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.