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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.