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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.