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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.