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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.