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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.