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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.