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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Rakim,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.