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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions 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?
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.