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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.