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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Ituana,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.