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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.