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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.