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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Faust,
Ronan,
Fear,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.