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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
cv313,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.