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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Index,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
cv313,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.