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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Roxette,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.