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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.