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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.