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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.