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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.