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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.