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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.