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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.