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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.