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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.