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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.