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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.