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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.