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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.