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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.