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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.