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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Section 25,
Magma,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.