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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.