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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.