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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Quantec to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.