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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Nas,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.