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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.