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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.