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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.