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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.