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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.