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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.