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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.