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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.