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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.