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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.