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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.