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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.