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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.