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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.