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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.