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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.