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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.