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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.