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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.