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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.