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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.