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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Victims to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Slave,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.