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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.