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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.