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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.