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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.