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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.