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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.