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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.