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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.