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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.