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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.