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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.