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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.