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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.