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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.