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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.