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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.