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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.