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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
UT,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.