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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.