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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.