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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.