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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.