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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.