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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.