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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
The Monks,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.