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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
X-102,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.