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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.