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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.