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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.