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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Make Up,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.