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 the UAE 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.