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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.