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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 L. Decosne 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.