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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.