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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.