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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.