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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.