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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.