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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.