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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.