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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
cv313,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.