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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.