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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.