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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.