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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Litter,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.