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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
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.