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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Pole,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.