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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.