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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.