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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
MDC,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.