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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.