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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
DNA,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.