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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.