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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
X-101,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.