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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
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.