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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.