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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
The Gories,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.