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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.