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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.