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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.