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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.