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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Flipper,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.