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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.