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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.