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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.