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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.