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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
MC5,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.