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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.