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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
AZ,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.