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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.