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 Haiti and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.