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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.