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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.