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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.