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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.