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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.