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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Mars,
The Fall,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.