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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
cv313,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.