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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.