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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.