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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.