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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.