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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.