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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Nico,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.