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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Television,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
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.