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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Simply Red,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.