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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.