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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.