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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.