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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.