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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.