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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.