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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.