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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Wire,
Rakim,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.