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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.