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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.