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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.