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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 AZ 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.