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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.