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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Evens,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
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.