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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.