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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.