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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Nico,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.