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 France 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.