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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.