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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.