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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.