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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.