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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.