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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.