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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.