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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Quantec,
The Names,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.