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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.