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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
X-102,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.