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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Skriet,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.